[Magdalene remembers a time past. When her life did not revolve around slaughter, when she had sisters to protect, and when the room smelled like bread, dirt and family.]
[All she had was a scruffy old dagger that she desperately used to protect her sisters. That dagger became a family. Even after she failed to protect those girls, the dagger stubbornly protected her.]
[Maggie has retrieved a Legendary-grade weapon]
I paused halfway through the screen, then glanced at Maggie. She frowned right back.
"What?"
'I'm honestly disappointed.'
I didn't say that. I smiled instead.
"It looks like you got back something precious from your memory… a family member you just remembered, maybe?"
She scoffed and opened her hands. Two silvery sparks lifted above her palms, hovered, then coalesced into a pair of broad-bladed daggers, the steel polished until it gleamed with a pure violet radiance. Each cross guard had been worked into a dragon motif, ornate and coiling.
